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On the one hand, I was glad he'd pussy-fucked me first because his dick  was coated in my juices, making the anal reaming more bearable, more  tolerable as he picked up the pace. On the other hand, it was just so  hard, so painful, to feel a monster in my butt, dicking me for all it  was worth.

But soon enough, my body relaxed and I was able to enjoy the dong  pummeling my back channel. I felt my cunt begin to run again, the juices  dripping down to lube his penis as it pounded my anus, and Daddy  groaned with arousal, the cream a steamy aphrodisiac.

"Fuck you're dirty," he rasped, and with a mighty roar, he came hard in  my butt, releasing rope after rope of hot sperm into my anal chamber.  His big body shook like an earthquake, and he held me tight to him as  his penis erupted, jerking and twisting as the white spurted.

I squealed too, my body convulsing on his rod, the hot friction making  me orgasm. My pussy and anus clamped down, grabbing his dick, pulling  the sticky sperm deeper into my body, welcoming the hot wetness as it  sprayed.

I sighed with satisfaction as I felt the final spurts pulse. Slyly, I  reached down and squeezed Drake's balls, making sure that they were  completely emptied, that I'd milked him dry.

"You're such a little slut," he murmured into my ear. "But you're my little slut."

"Daddy!" I squealed, writhing in his grasp. "You're the one who's bad!  What about all those people waiting still? They're probably wondering  where we are, and I don't even have a dress to wear now," I said,  nodding at the torn scraps of red fabric on the floor of the car.

"Baby, who gives a fuck what they think?" he rumbled into the soft skin  of my neck. "They work for me, make them wait," he moaned, as his cock  twitched in me once again. "I've just rediscovered you, and I want to do  it again  …  second times are always better," he said with a glint in his  eyes.

And I smiled sweetly, clenching my bottom around his stiffening cock.  Daddy was, and has always been, my love, my life, and this was only the  beginning of our partnership.





EPILOGUE


Cleo




After our abrupt departure, I can't say that I was looking forward to  facing the Hustler crowd again. I'm sure everyone was talking about the  CEO of News Enterprises escorting a barely-clothed stripper out the  door. And the hubbub of gossip was to be expected.

"What the fuck happened in that room?"

"Wasn't Cleo Jones a stripper before?"

"Did that whore just call Drake Markham ‘Daddy'?"

The talk kept going for a while as rumors and lies swirled around us.  But I just lay low, minding my own business. I'm not performing now, I  let my stable of girls take the spotlight on CleoWorld, and the Donkey  Club hasn't come knocking, probably because of my changing body.

That's right, I'm pregnant  …  with Drake's baby. Daddy had the vasectomy  reversed at my request, and we weren't sure if it was going to work, so I  was ecstatic breaking the news to him.

"Daddy," I whispered, as his cock was still buried deep in me after  another session of wild lovemaking. "I have something to tell you."         

     



 

"Mmm?" he rumbled, his eyes still closed as his hands languorously traced my body.

"I'm having a baby. He or she is due in July."

And his hands stilled immediately, although his eyes didn't open.

"Honey," he rasped, "are you sure? You know it's something that wasn't  guaranteed to happen, vasectomy reversals don't always work."

"I'm sure," I whispered. "I went to the doctor today and we saw the little one, heartbeat and all."

Drake swept me into his arms, burying his head in my neck, holding my  curvaceous body close. "Cleo," he ground out. "You're everything I've  ever wanted, you and this baby. Marry me?" he asked.

I paused for a moment. "But you're still married to Lorena."

That posed a difficulty. My mom was long gone but that didn't mean that  Drake was automatically divorced. Instead, we had to go through a  lengthy process of trying to locate Lorena before going to court, and so  far our investigators haven't had any success. They've even gone to  Lima, Peru, Lorena's birth place, and talked to various Jones family  members, but no luck yet.

And so I grew large with our baby, basking in the loving, approving glow  of Drake. We weren't married yet, but will be once he gets a divorce.  Did I feel bad that he was leaving my mom? Well yes, but Lorena had done  such a trip on us that I just wanted her out of my life, and certainly  out of my daughter's.

Because we know that the baby's a girl, and Drake's going to be a  phenomenal Daddy. It's ironic because I still call him "Daddy"  sometimes, but he's going to be my little girl's Daddy for real.



THE END





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By Cassandra Dee





CHAPTER ONE


Luke




I milled around the park impatiently, waiting for my dog. Gunther was  huge and uncontrollable. Sloppy and wet, the big mutt went about  sniffing bushes, his tail waggling happily as he scratched in the dirt.  With a satisfied growl, he lifted a leg and did what dogs do.

I sighed. I'd just moved to a ritzy new building that had a private  garden. It was like a fairy tale -- only residents have the key to a  gated park, an oasis in an otherwise urban jungle. But I liked it. After  all, I hadn't paid $8 million for my condo to share outdoor space with  the general public.

"Come on Gunther!" I yelled. The dog had finished doing his thing, and  was now lumbering over to the jungle gym area. My heart sank. No doubt  kids were going to want to pet him and we'd be delayed another ten  minutes.

I walked over slowly. The park was ritzy, with manicured shrubs, a rose  garden, and a state of the art merry-go-round. There were quite a few  kids running about, tended by their nannies.

Suddenly, my eye was caught. There was a gorgeous girl blowing kisses  into a baby carriage, clearly in love with the occupant inside. A little  hand waved and I could hear the giggles of a child.

"Look at you!" she exclaimed to her little charge. "Mommy loves you!" The baby gurgled in return.

My heart stopped and I stood stock still in my tracks. The girl was  ravishing, eerily unchanged from when I'd last seen her two years ago.  Long blonde hair hung down her back, glinting in the sun. Her figure was  lithe and slim, almost to the point of unbearable skinniness. Was she  getting enough to eat?

Her boobs were exactly what I remembered though. Lush and full, almost  overwhelming her narrow frame. My body shot through with heat,  remembering the feel of those massive jugs pressed against me, night  after night.

Anger suffused me. She was clearly a mother now. Had she really moved on  that fast? She'd walked out on me two years ago with nary a note,  message or even phone call. I'd come back from work one day and the  gorgeous girl was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a few of the  trinkets I'd bought her. I'd panicked, frantically calling everyone who  knew her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. I'd even called the  police, but they'd laughed at my alarm. Evidently, lovers' spats were  not their thing.         

     



 

And now here she was, mother to a baby. Rage filled me, making it  impossible to speak. She'd clearly dumped me for another rich  motherfucker and had a baby with him, moving into this high-end condo  complex. What a slut. I advanced on her, intent on destroying her  happiness.





CHAPTER TWO


Alana




Georgie laughed happily. My son's chubby cheeks were irresistible and I  pulled him to me for a kiss. Georgie and I were on a staycation. We  couldn't afford to go anywhere on my tiny teacher's salary so when my  friend Helen had offered her apartment for a week while she was in Bali,  I'd jumped at the opportunity as a "home away from home."

Helen was loaded. She lived in a full-service building with a private park, and had bequeathed the key to the garden to me.

"Here Alana, take Georgie for some walks in the sun. It'll be good for both of you  –  you look so pale and tired."

"Thanks Helen," I said with a wry smile. My best friend never minced  words, and I know I looked hard-up of late. Georgie kept me up at all  night, and although I loved being with my baby, life as a single mom was  taking its toll. I was often exhausted, never getting more than three  of four hours of sleep a night, and eating on an irregular basis.

I sighed, and pushed the thoughts from my head. Georgie was the only  reminder of the happiest period of my life. I'd been a college  sophomore, working part-time at a catering company to help pay my  tuition. I'd been called last minute to work an event, some rich  person's party at a lavish reception hall. I'd duly put on my short  skirt and white blouse. The events manager knew his schtick and liked  his waitresses to look sexy.